Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

Shen Youran pushed him violently, and he stumbled back a few steps. Shen Youran's black eyes were filled with a sense of coldness: "Since you call me a big sister-in-law, you should respect me."

Ji Shaoheng's Dan Feng's eyes flashed a savvy, dull, with a hint of lingering emotion: "Sister-in-law, don't wrong me, do I not respect you?"

She blurted out subconsciously: "You just..."

Ji Shaoheng's Rouyin's face had a wicked smile on his face and raised an eyebrow: "What happened to me just now?"

Shen Youran coldly looked at the man in front of him, took a deep breath, maintained the last trace of calmness, and turned back to the room.

As the door closed, the smile on Ji Shaoheng's face gradually faded, and the beautiful Dan Feng's eyes were condensed with a gloomy, dark like splashing ink.

Ji Jinchuan returned to the room, Shen Youran was leaning on the bed and sent a message. He handed her the grapefruit tea to her and took her mobile phone away: "Not good for children."

Shen Youran took a drink and took a sip, hesitantly asked: "What's the matter with Ji Shaoheng's legs?"

Hearing her words, Ji Jinchuan's black eyes sank, her indifferent face lightened slightly, her thin lips lifted slightly, with a hint of coolness.

He took a set of gowns from the closet again: "Hurry up and go to bed, I will take a shower."

Shen Youran holding the water cup, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, biting the cup thoughtfully.

...

Waking up the next day, Ji Jinchuan had already gone to work. After washing, she went downstairs. Ji Shaoheng and Fang Yaqing had breakfast in the restaurant.

When the housekeeper saw her come down, he respectfully called: "Mrs. Shao early, do you want breakfast now?"

She smiled and yelled, the butler entered the kitchen and told her to walk into the dining room and sit down.

Ji Shaoheng greeted her like a good man: "Sister-in-law, early."

Probably the two were not used to it when they came back from abroad. They ate Western-style breakfast. Fang Yaqing tightened his hands holding a knife and fork, and said extremely unnaturally: "Sister-in-law, early."

Shen Youran nodded with a light smile: "You just came back yesterday and have been flying for so long, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Ji Shaoheng's eyes lifted from the newspaper and said with a smile: "Ji's rules are strict, why dare we be lazy, but the sister-in-law is different, who makes you special."

The so-called "special" just means that she has one in her stomach.

Shen Youran smiled and didn't speak. The servant brought out the breakfast and she began to eat breakfast.

Looking at the woman opposite, Fang Yaqing looked younger than her. Her skin was delicate and white, her face was delicate and delicate, her long black hair was draped softly and smoothly, and her temperament was elegant and calm.

Ji Shaoheng reads the newspaper while having breakfast, and Fang Yaqing is a little absent-minded. Shen Youran said "slow use" after breakfast and left the restaurant.

Ji Shaoheng closed the newspaper, raised his hand, and the butler standing not far away approached: "Second young master, what can you tell me?"

He took a sip of the clear coffee on hand, and rubbed the cup along the other hand: "Which is the daughter of Dasao?"

The housekeeper replied: "Shen's second lady."

In New York, Ji Shaoheng also often pays attention to domestic news, but he seems to have never heard of it.

The steward saw doubts in his eyebrows and said, "It's just a small company, so the second master may not know."

Ji Shaoheng put down his coffee and touched his jaw with a thoughtful thought: "Then why did she get in the door of Ji's house?"